Life

It was three years ago when a friend of mine told a valuable experience of him. Went up to the highest peak of Southeast Asia, Mt. Kinabalu, not with friends, and family neither. Going alone, taking step by step to climb up the mountain. As he reached the peak, he felt like owning the whole world. Feeling happy, and excited, because at last, he managed to bring himself at the top of the mountain. Yet, there was something missing for him. And it was the most important thing for him, and for anybody if he/she was in his shoes. Friends. Friends to share the cherish, the unforgettable moment. He did feel excited and happy, but there was no one around him that he could share the happiness with. The excitement was kept deep inside his heart, couldn’t be shouted out because he was alone. When he was making his first step to climb the mountain, he was expecting a superb excitement if he could reach the top. But after all, he realized, that it’s not a pure happiness if someone succeed alone. It means nothing if you achieve the triumph but your colleagues didn’t. It would be a perfect victory if a war was won together with everyone around.

Am stopping here.